Blessed are those who are too tired,

busy or disorganized to meet with

fellow Christians on Sundays each week.

Their hearts are not in it.

Blessed are those who enjoy noticing

the mannerisms of clergy and choir.

Their hearts are not in it.

Blessed are those Christians who wait

to be asked and expect to be thanked.

I can use them.

Blessed are the ones who don't worship God

They won't be able to take their minds off their problems.

Blessed are the touchy.

With a bit of luck they may even stop

going to church.

They are my missionaries.

Blessed are those who claim to love God

at the same time as hating other people.

They are mine forever.

Blessed are the trouble makers.

They shall be called my children.

Blessed are those who have no time to pray.

They are easy prey for me.

Blessed are you when you read this and

think it is about other people and

not about yourself.

I've got you.